To be that of...oneself? Songsteel challenge

[Garza]

Standing in the robes of green,​

I have lightsabers in my hands,​

With a yellow and white sheen.​

I must become the eye of the storm.​

With my Soresu stance,​

I chose to be of this form.​

It was that of a bladesmen​

that I wanted to be of.​

Or to be that of a swordsmen​

either I would love.​

@[member="Krest"] stood before me.​

Ready for whatever I may bring,​

and any attacks should they be.​

Ready for my training in that of Vaapad.​

I hoped that my skills with a lightsaber,​

I stood there all amazed on the training pad.​

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[Darth Ferus]

Krest stood still,​

In his hand was that of blue.​

A saber he had not built,​

But one he still knew.​

Across from him was Xander,​

The boy had come far.​

And now he was to teach Juyo,​

but it was something to bar.​

It's strength came from the dark,​

something the Zabrak knew well.​

Would the boy be able to stay in control?​

Time would only tell.​

And so the training begins,​

Krest lifting his saber high.​

For tonight they would dance,​

and they both knew why.​

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@[member="Xander Carrick"]​

 

[Garza]

My sabers came to life​

breathing their hums of power​

only would I have this lesson of strife​

I fueled my emotions into me​

and to be that of power to myself.​

The scene made of debris​

Fabricated out of a mind​

I came to be bind.​

Not by the clutches of anger​

But that of pain.​

for my years spent as a wonderer​

I wanted to fight for my past​

only would I attack.​

For this lesson would last.​

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My sabers became that of death​

though not to Krest,​

it was though I were holding my breath.​

Spinning into a cyclone​

I swept my blade at the man's feet.​

it was to become prone​

that I would learn of power​

and strength.​

by the end of this hour.​

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@[member="Krest"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

Templar's walked their own paths,​

Each free to pick a road.​

Whether to the light,​

Or to the dark as they were told.​

But it was in between Krest roamed,​

Picking the road of grey.​

In his mind was rage,​

But in control he would stay.​

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The boy leaped close,​

Sending the first blow.​

But Krest stayed still,​

To see the show.​

He jumped over the blade,​

Swinging his overhead.​

He brought it down quick,​

No hesitation to be shed.​

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Ataru was a form of power,​

Something so near.​

No words were needed,​

At the end it would be clear.​

Whether Xander had learned,​

Or found himself destroyed.​

Would he keep himself,​

Or loose to the void?​

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@[member="Xander Carrick"]​

 

[Garza]

I continued the path​

That of my saber.​

Twas it simple math.​

Moving to block the slash​

The weapon of old did protect​

me from the blade with a dash.​

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I had to find the rhythm​

so that I could best Krest​

To be the the long coming storm.​

Strike with lightning.​

unpredictable and fast​

so that my precise slashing​

was that of my design.​

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Attacks went back and forth.​

Hitting and blocking,​

with everything we are worth.​

my blade swept across his chest,​

to come back twice more.​

And see who would be the best.​

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@[member="Krest"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest moved like water,​

He and his blade one.​

Juyo was a stance he knew,​

One he used a ton.​

There was no room for error,​

Less this dance be his last.​

So he kept up the pace,​

And started to have a blast.​

The boy struck hard,​

Nearly out moving his blade.​

But he brought his around,​

Using the force as his aid.​

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With the force guiding,​

He blocked the strikes thrice.​

Then turned to attack,​

being sure to be precise.​

He dashed past Xander,​

His figure just a blur.​

He cut for his chest,​

But more would occur.​

And so he passed by,​

His blade staining blue.​

All the strikes thrown,​

To the back go two.​

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@[member="Xander Carrick"]​

 

[Garza]

Fast and vigilant was Krest​

with for force in his veins​

His strikes came for my chest.​

Blocked with the saber of the sun​

he went to my left, while I turned right.​

Using momentum to bring my saber, and feeling the burn,​

To block his twin strikes at my back,​

I lashed out my hand​

bringing the force to emit​

and remove his feet from land.​

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My body became blurry​

my saber flying to my hand​

white blinding light joining it's brother in a furry.​

Strikes of two blades coming fast​

left to right and right to left.​

At the same time, I was having a blast.​

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@[member="Krest"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest was prepared now,​

For this wasn't the first.​

He built up the force in his chest,​

Until he felt to close to burst.​

He released to counter Xander,​

Being sure to stay in control.​

Krest leaped back,​

Staying the obstacle before the goal.​

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He evaded the two,​

Then focused on his own.​

The blade lit up bright,​

Then mellowed it's tone.​

He kept his distance,​

Preparing for his strike.​

His blade was pure,​

Him and it alike.​

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With a flick of the wrist​

He sent a wave forward.​

The force ripped through the air,​

Between Xander and the sword.​

It was not something to be blocked,​

But something to evade.​

Krest followed after,​

once more swinging his blade.​

This fight would not be long,​

No, a winner will soon be seen.​

Despite each others struggle,​

The fight will be clean.​

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@[member="Xander Carrick"].​

 

[Garza]

The force rippled around​

With powers of Telekinesis,​

I held close to the ground.​

I slid a few feet back​

Saber up and ready​

Preparing for his next attack.​

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The blade lusted after my vein.​

Bright and powerful​

Could such a weapon bring pain.​

My saber came to lock​

Not was it just a simple move,​

But limiting him by a block.​

"You and your waves." ​

I shook my head with words,​

"but I stand stronger than stones."​

I flew at him, with my saber like the wings of the birds.​

cutting at him with aid.​

Forces pushed my body past human limits.​

should this all be by blood, sweat and tears, paid.​

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@[member="Krest"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest was a man of the blade,​

Always hiding a second.​

But for this he kept them hidden,​

The Force was better he reckoned.​

With his open hand he focused,​

Building up his strength.​

Then with a grunt he let loose,​

His arm extending to full length.​

The blast was strong,​

Sent out in force.​

His hand clicked and churned,​

For the robotics was the source.​

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A push was simple,​

A skill too easy.​

So Krest dropped his saber,​

His movements seeming lazy.​

His second blade flew out,​

The Red Blade igniting.​

With one hand he caught it,​

And continued the fighting.​

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Two more slashes,​

Each filled with grace.​

For now the two,​

Would fight on his pace.​

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@[member="Xander Carrick"]​

 

[Garza]

A force like no other.​

Pushing me back with the strength of a thousand men.​

was no such way that I could block that power.​

I crashed through a wall,​

flopping over myself,​

rolling into a ball.​

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Slowly I got up, and face him.​

His rushing at me with blades,​

all I could think was, Damn.​

His sabers were locked​

Commenced in a X between us.​

I had blocked.​

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I would have to become more​

Aggressive should I wish to survive,​

I sent my own force push, wanting to him to leave out the door.​

I rushed, bringing my sabers home,​

towards the man's chest,​

with where we would continue under this dome.​

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@[member="Krest"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest flew back,​

His form distorted by blue and red.​

Part of him was getting tired.​

Part of him wanted his bed.​

Juyo was a physical art,​

One of high stress.​

Krest took a deep breath,​

Hoping to impress.​

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He caught the blades along his own,​

His mind still in bliss.​

For a fight was his home,​

Where nothing was amiss.​

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But all good things come to an end,​

And this was no exception.​

So Krest pulled himself back,​

Hiding his last expression.​

With now one blade in his palms,​

The other stashed away.​

He aims to end the fight,​

So with one he shall stay.​

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He ran towards Xander,​

Holding his blue blade high.​

For this was the last strike,​

For the end was neigh.​

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With all his might he brought it down,​

His blue eyes flashing red.​

For the Zabrak was in between,​

As it once was said.​

One last strike was all he had,​

And he felt it may not be enough.​

For the boy was strong,​

But Krest was still tough.​

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@[member="Xander Carrick"]​

 

[Garza]

Life seemed to become sill.​

The lights dimmed around us​

as though this were ti fit the bill?​

We rushed at one another.​

Fighting with such spirit that​

we had a connection, what may have seen like a brother​

Sabers came to clash once more.​

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Power surged through me for one more strike,​

Just one more was all I needed.​

I flew at him like a thrown pike,​

yellow saber coming to clash with blue​

Saber locked once more, I pushed against.​

I had a feeling that this would be something new.​

We had to rise against​

the powering tides we controlled.​

Only this encounter would end​

With a single dice rolled.​

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@[member="Krest"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest held firm,​

His hands gripping his blade.​

He used his rage inside,​

From all the strikes they trade.​

With strength surging through,​

The Zabrak pushed on.​

But then he let his saber drop,​

Turning to the dawn.​

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He steps past Xander,​

His second blade alight.​

He slashes one more time,​

Once to end the fight.​

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@[member="Xander Carrick"]​

 

[Garza]

we pushed against one another.​

So strong that I was shaking.​

But oh brother.​

there was no way that I was going to win this.​

My hands were slipping, Being just a young age,​

I was not a person that was strong physically​

maybe this would be the turn of a new page?​

But it was not to be.​

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The saber lock came close to my body,​

and suddenly​

Krest attacked with no folly.​

His saber clashed​

Causing my saber to fall.​

There was no mistake,​

I had dropped the ball.​

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@[member="Krest"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

The Zabrak let out a sigh,​

Stepping past the boy.​

He let his saber turn off,​

There was nothing left to employ.​

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"You have passed."​

Was all that was said.​

Without a word,​

The Zabrak fled.​

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The day was done,​

And despite his loss.​

The boy had advanced,​

And now had a new cross.​

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@[member="Xander Carrick"]​

 

[Garza]

Nodding my head,​

I picked up my saber​

only wanting to rest in my bed.​

I moved to stand​

looking at him as he spoke.​

Letting them be a brand.​

Letting him walk away.​

I followed suit​

letting it be the end of the day.​

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@[member="Krest"]​